last night marked a rite of passage for our little M:
the last bottle of his life, forever.
He's 17 months old and has been "off the bottle," essentially since about September, except for his beloved bottle just before bedtime. About 3 months ago we started a few no-bottle bedtimes per week without any objection from M. We delayed totally kicking the habit until now because I realized the transition would be much harder for me than for him. Those precious few moments of snuggling with him as he enjoyed his bottle (I swear you've never met a kid who enjoyed his bottle more than M) would be over. He'd be less "baby" and more "toddler," which is a bit heartbreaking for me. (Notice his outstretched pinky finger in the photo)
But, just like that, we're done. I packed up all the bottles this morning for storage. So, in 2 weeks at his checkup the pediatrician doesn't have to give me the hairy eyeball for still allowing M a bottle...
2 comments:
Such a bittersweet moment, isn't it?
I hate being given the hairy eyeball, I really do! But not enough not to do what I think it best for each individual child. They're each so different - to heck with societal norms! =P
Oh, I hate that growing up stuff. Toddlerhood is such a daunting transition for me as a mom.
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